Encouragement Perhaps

Fate of Bones in Darkness

Pulling my hand from the pit I felt the dominant breath of evil, that lurked deep below. Hot wind burned my face, whipped my peppered hair, and murdered tears before they could roll. Darkness flew up and grabbed me like a thick blanket of melted rubber. My flesh became devoured with invisible teeth and an unquenchable thirst drank the powdery remains of my crushed bones.